(setting--kids are tidying their rooms because friends are coming over later. Breakfast is being ladeled into bowls.)
MayMay: Mom, can we have breakfast right now? We're almost done cleaning.
NSG: What's left?
MayMay: We just have to sweep.
NSG: sweep? I never said they had to sweep. When was the last time they ever swept? Well, better not to look a gift horse in the mouth... Just maybe hurry and sweep, then you'll be done!
MayMay: *nods solemnly, grabs broom and dustpan*
Jaws: Can I do that part? (pointing at the dustpan)
MayMay: No, you should sweep. I swept last time, and the time before. *considers as they head up the stairs* well, maybe we can take turns sweeping.
NSG: (tempted to pinch herself to make sure she's in the right universe they've been sweeping? Did I just not ever notice?)
(setting: NSG has sorted laundry into various baskets so the kids can put it away in their closets)
Squirt: Mom, I'll put my clothes away. Can I have a penny?
NSG: No, you only get pennies for extra jobs. This is a normal job.
Squirt: OK. *pushes the laundry basket across the floor to his room*
Squirt: *returning several minutes later* OK mom. I want an extra job.
NSG: You put your clean clothes away?
NSG: You didn't just throw them on the floor?
NSG: (walks into squirts room and stares for a moment with amazement at clean floor, opens drawers to find them filled with clean clothes) good job, Squirt!
Squirt: Can I have an extra job now?
NSG: Um. OK. Take the towels and put them in the closet.
Squirt: *returning a moment later* OK. Now what?
NSG: take the washcloths and bring them down to the kitchen drawer.
Squirt: *returning a moment later* OK. Now what.
NSG: Um... take Hazel's clothes and put them in her drawer. (watches as squirt grabs armfuls of frilly pink baby clothes and stuffs them in the drawer, getting red-faced as he unsucsessfuly tries to close the drawer on heaping mound of clothes emerging from top. Goes to help him redistribute.)
Squirt: *looks up, bright-eyed with triumph* the stuff's all put away.
Squirt: can I have a penny?
NSG: How about a nickel? That's like five pennies.
Squirt: (squints) OK. A nickel. But not a knuckle samwhich.
Squirt: A nickel, not a knuckle samwich. That's bad. That's like this (makes fist, propels it through the air, intense frown on face). It's where you punch people.
NSG: OK. Here's a nickel. Not a knuckle sandwich. And here's a little jar to keep it on, on your shelf. Thank you for helping me put away the laundry.
Squirt: (not listening...already running toward room, jingling his nickle in the jar).